Me: My darling Nell. Is it really you?
Nell: I can’t miss two Sunday Songs in a row. The Welsh Corgi Choir would never forgive me. Would you pour me another cup of Earl Grey, please?
Me: How did you get away?
Nell: Mr Giggles dropped us off early this morning. Lionel apologises for not coming in but he’s had to go into hiding.
Me: Why?
Nell: NOIR and the Beefies are going to be after him for revenge once they know what he’s not done.
Me: Did you say ‘not done’?
Nell: He hasn’t secured the real recipe book.
Me: Didn’t Rupert give it to him?
Nell: That was never going to happen.
Me: Why?
Nell: Rupert didn’t have it.
Me: Oh no.
Nell: There’s nothing to worry about. Poppy’s recipe book is perfectly safe.
Me: Is it?
Nell: Now, I was thinking we should have roast beef with all the trimmings today to celebrate our homecoming and a successful mission.
Me: We don’t have a chef since Lionel’s gone.
Nell: Didn’t you smell fresh bread baking when you woke this morning?
Me: I thought it was wishful thinking.
Nell: What about the large furry animal in a chef’s hat busy in the kitchen?
Me: Do you mean Herr Hoffmann’s awake?
Nell: I do, and he’s busy making the batter for the Yorkshire puddings as we speak.
Me: This is wonderful.
Nell: I think I’d like a biscuit with my tea. Did you open the box I got you from France?
Me: Not yet.
Nell: Well, do it now.
Me: It’s not biscuits. It’s Poppy’s recipe book.
Nell: Yes, Sherlock Martin. It’s been with you since yesterday.
Me: This is going to be a wonderful Sunday.
Nell: I’d still like a biscuit with my tea, please.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
